Let’s Go On a Picnic

There is something rather romantic about a picnic. At least in theory. The reality may include the proverbial ants or other challenges of combining food and the great outdoors but somehow the charm of dining al fresco remains.

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“Oh, Marilla,” she exclaimed breathlessly, “there’s going to be a Sunday-school picnic next week–in Mr. Harmon Andrews’s field, right near the lake of Shining Waters. And Mrs. Superintendent Bell and Mrs. Rachel Lynde are going to make ice cream–think of it, Marilla–ice cream! And, oh, Marilla, can I go to it?”

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Hubby and I eat different things, so we tend to take lunchboxes if we have a picnic where we take food from home. We got new ones last year. I think they’re called “Bento Boxes” or something like that. They’re a bunch of tubs of different sizes that fit inside one another. In our case the larger tub then fits inside an insulated bag, though some just come inside another larger tub. You can get them big enough for more than one person to share, but we prefer to have the small ones. The two insulated bags and our pair of matching flasks then fit nicely in a backpack, along with a blanket, if needed.

We don’t use them much. But it’s nice to know we have them to use whenever we want to.